I sit in a pew and pondering the few reasons to pray.

To celebrate the idea of life, I do so secretly.

Closing my eyes my soul widens increasing my vulnerability in a house of prayer….

…When is one truly of their own nature?

Able to nurture their own eager mind.

Blind to the cursed quest.….

…Again I find over indulgence.

I lay.

An swift overdose.

Fake profound lays in hand...

… Going back and forth in a strange sort of sway.
Beaming like a ray of light on the edge of a glass.
Wondering the immense depths withheld from my reach by a thick blanket of ease.